As some of you may or may not know, Val didn’t get into the Naval Academy right away. But being the hard-headed and determined bull she was, that didn’t stop her. After graduating high school, Val attended Northfield Mount Hermon (NMH) in Massachusetts for a year of prep school in 2005. Her fellow classmate, also a USNA grad, Allie Burns, attended the 10-year reunion event on June 6 and had the opportunity to pay a tribute to Val to all those present.
According to Allie, “The memorial service was beautiful. It was held at sunset on the fields where Val played sports. We gathered in a circle as a symbol of unity. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house. Val was such an incredible, compassionate young woman. It was an honor to speak on her behalf.”
As Allie recounted to the group, while Val wasn’t thrilled about completing a 5th year of high school, NMH became the foundation of her success at the Naval Academy. She competed in three sports (soccer, ice hockey, and lacrosse), took several advanced placement classes, participated in the concert choir and select women’s ensemble, and developed lasting friendships, particularly with the five other “Navy Girls” on campus.
In her tribute speech (which you can read in full here), Allie shares special memories of Val from her time at NMH and their subsequent friendship through Navy and into flight school. She sums it up exquisitely in the last paragraph:
“As we honor LT Val Cappeleare Delany today, I want you to remember that she was not just a beautiful, intelligent, athletic young lady with the voice of an angel. Valerie was a wife, daughter, sister, and friend. She was warm, caring, and full of zest. Valerie was an American hero, who wore wings of gold on her chest as a reflection of her own heart of gold, who made the ultimate sacrifice. Fair winds and following seas, thank you for taking the first watch.”
Thank you, Allie, for expressing these words so thoughtfully and for carrying on Val’s inspiration in your continued life and career. If anyone has any memories they’d like to share from NMH, please comment below or engage with us on Facebook.
Without the ability to form full flowing paragraphs this Friday afternoon, I instead offer a list of simple Memorial Day musings in honor of the service and sacrifice of all America’s military members, especially my sister, LT Valerie Cappelaere Delaney (5/14/86-3/11/13).
- I feel eternally grateful for my fearless sister who pursued her dreams of becoming a pilot in service to this country and provided inspiration and mentorship to me and countless others.
- I will never forget her bright smile, soft hands, big mouth, feisty spirit, compassionate soul, unrelenting work ethic, unquestionable integrity, and strong faith.
- I thank her for the gift and the seed of this Foundation, the platform through which we can share her incredible story in hopes of inspiring other young women to live fully and fearlessly as she did.
- I feel strangely excited to get know to Val on a deeper level now in her death through building this Foundation and telling the stories of the impact she had on her friends and loved ones. I wonder how I can ever put into words what, specifically, it was about Val – her upbringing? her challenges? her attitude? her faith? – that allowed her to achieve what she did in her short life.
- I feel blessed with a strong family that instilled in me values of patriotism and service from a young age, with annual visits to Arlington National Cemetery to pay respects to several of my relatives who served. I feel even more blessed now that we’ve grown closer through our hardships and through the opportunity to work together on this Foundation.
- I realize that for Gold Star families, every single day is Memorial Day, for better or for worse; yet I also feel proud that on this national holiday, the whole country also acknowledges this reality and remembers heroes like Val.
- I admire organizations like the Travis Manion Foundation, the American Fallen Solider’s Project (AFSP) and so many others, who make it their mission to honor and serve those who serve our country through wonderfully innovative programs and services. This time last year, we were honored to be presented with Val’s portrait (pictured above) from Phil Taylor of the AFSP and it hangs proudly on our walls and in our hearts. Mission BBQ also created an incredible tribute video about Val if you haven’t seen it already.
- I congratulate the four veterans of Mission Memorial Day who are going on a mountain climbing expedition, carrying with them flags with names of those lost in service to this nation (including Val’s name) in hopes to restoring meaning back to Memorial day.
- I appreciate President Obama’s recent proclamation that Memorial Day is a day of prayer for permanent peace, and I urge everyone to unite in prayer on 11:00am on Monday 5/25/15 and to observe the National Moment of Remembrance beginning at 3pm local time.
- I ask for prayers and positive thoughts for my family as we build this Foundation – please like us on Facebook page and share it among your networks! We are hoping for an official Fall kick-off event, so keep an eye out for more information and ways to donate and get involved.
What are your Memorial Day musings? How will you be celebrating this weekend by honoring the true meaning of this holiday and remembering those we’ve lost in military service?
– Allison Righter, President, Wings for Val Foundation
It is March 2009 and I am about to embark on a 6.8 mile hike all the way down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon with my big sister, Val. We planned this as part of a special sister-bonding spring break trip to Arizona during her senior year at the Naval Academy and my junior year at Johns Hopkins. After visiting our cousin Penn in Tucson for a couple days, we were ready for our grand adventure down the Grand Canyon to stay overnight at the famous Phantom Ranch and then hike all the way back up the next day. This is not your typical beach Spring Break trip most college students take; not with Val.
As we’re about to begin our descent we go through our final checks. Hiking shoes? Check. Camera? Check. Layers of clothing for unpredictable changes in weather? Check. Snacks? Check. CamelBaks full of water? Hang on. Mine isn’t working. Even though the sac is filled with water, I can’t get any to come out through the straw. I’m flustered and frustrated, trying to do something to fix it. Val’s starting to get impatient and her Taurus horns are coming out (as our Papa would say). She blurts out something like, “You have the water, you don’t need the straw to work. Adapt and overcome, Alli. Let’s go.” I whine a little bit more, we bicker a little bit more, and then we forget about it and start our trek.
After about three and a half hours of unbelievable scenery and downhill hiking, we made it to the Colorado River at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Wow. We enjoyed the most amazing beef stew and cornbread at the Phantom Ranch, where we dined with other fellow hikers from all over, sent out postcards via “mule mail”, and slept overnight in a cabin of bunk beds, just like our old camp days.
Let’s just say I never really knew I had calf muscles until I woke up the next morning with the back of my legs burning from all the downhill hiking. Val, having gone through plenty of Navy physical training by this point, didn’t seem to mind and basically just told me to suck it up. So we took off bright and early to begin the 9.8 mi hike back up the slightly longer trail with more shade and rest stops, thank goodness. I struggled. Val encouraged me to keep going, and kept saying this new “Adapt and Overcome” motto of hers probably five more times over the next eight hours as we were trying to make our way back up. There were a few times I actually threatened to push her off the trail back down into the Canyon if she didn’t stop saying it. I can be annoying and whiney, and Val can be tough and bossy, especially to one another, in a loving sisterly way. Needless to say, I didn’t push Val off the cliff and we made it to the back up to the top in one piece. Even with our few tiffs along the way, we accomplished an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime, bucket-list-worthy feat… and we did it together. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to do it on my own, and there is no one else I would have wanted to do it with.
Fast forward six years and I am now writing this story, reflecting back on these memories as we approach the two year anniversary of Val’s passing. After graduating from the Naval Academy, pursuing her dream to become a Naval Aviator, marrying the man of her dreams (also a Navy pilot), and building the home of her dreams in Washington State – all by the age of 26 – God called her up to fulfill a higher heavenly mission and left all of us back on earth devastated, questioning, missing her.
Two years later I am still devastated, questioning and missing her, but I am also rebuilding and learning to honor her life by living mine to the fullest. Among so many other memories, I hold closely to my heart the memories of our trip together to the Grand Canyon. It was on that trip that we bonded for the first time in a deep, meaningful, adult sort of way as I was just approaching my 21st birthday and she was getting ready to begin her military career post-Academy. We were always close growing up, but during this precious one-on-one time we talked about big girl life stuff – family, school, boyfriends, marriage, religion – that had such a profound effect on my very impressionable self.
Her words “Adapt and Overcome” that she kept saying to me definitely stuck and became not only an inside joke between us and our family, but also a true motto we all embraced. We think she picked it up during her previous summer’s “Leatherneck” training program with the Marines, who use “Improvise, Adapt and Overcome” as an unofficial slogan made popular by Clint Eastwood’s movie, Heartbreak Ridge. Regardless of where she learned it or why she decided to repeatedly blurt it out to me in the Grand Canyon, all I know is that it stuck… so much that in a book put together at my bridal luncheon with thoughtful marriage advice from my bridesmaids and close family and friends, Val simply wrote “Alli, Adapt and Overcome. Love, Val”
I believe in these words. I believe that we, as humans, can overcome obstacles – whether they be big or small or in the form of fear, tragedy, shame, injury, trauma, guilt, loss, etc. And I believe in order to overcome our challenges, we must learn to be flexible, resourceful, creative, persistent and quick to make the necessary adjustments. Everywhere you look there are ordinary and extraordinary stories of humans adapting and overcoming, whether out of necessity to survive or out of a conscious choice to thrive. This isn’t a new concept, but it’s one that I’ve been thinking about quite a lot since being presented with the devastation of Val’s death, one of the hardest struggles I’ve ever faced. What I’ve realized is that in order to truly “adapt and overcome” one must first make the conscious decision to surrender.
This may seem counter intuitive to most people, especially military personnel, who are taught never to surrender. During the same scene in Heartbreak Ridge, Marine Gunnery Sargent Highway (Clint Eastwood) teaches his deadbeat recon platoon to recite, “Surrender is not in our creed.” While I agree that we don’t want our troops be taught to roll over and waive the white flag to our enemies, I also think that there is a deeper, more powerful meaning of this word that we can all take to heart. It relates more to the internal battles we each fight and our willingness to relinquish the desire to be fully in control. As hard as some of us may desperately try, we are never fully in control and we don’t always have the answers… Bad things happen; The weather changes; Plans shift; Our loved ones die too soon. Instead of continuing to fight ourselves and others over what we cannot change, what if we were to just learn to accept and to surrender our false sense of control? Faith teaches us this exact principle – that we must place our trust into God or a higher power in order to experience true freedom and salvation. This is the act and the art of surrendering – our control, our fears, our worries, our anxieties – to something larger than ourselves. And we first have to make the conscious choice to let go in order to free ourselves from our inner demons, to make a change, to adapt, to solve problems, to overcome hurdles, to achieve our goals, and to live out our unique God-given purposes. Simply put, to adapt and overcome, one must first surrender. This realization and my renewed journey of faith are Val’s gift to me, and I hope, to all of us.
In January 2014, my husband’s family started what has become a new tradition of everyone choosing one word as a theme for the coming year, as opposed to resolutions, which are often quickly abandoned. I chose the word “surrender” for all the reasons above and to help guide me through the chaos and life transitions that occurred in the months following Val’s passing. During this time, I have learned to let go of the railing I clung to so hard as a child and to throw my hands up proudly in the air so that I can fully experience this roller coaster of life, wherever it takes me. It’s terrifying at times, but I’m mustering up more courage everyday and drawing on Val’s exemplary strength and perseverance to fulfill my own life’s mission while carrying hers forward… sans peur et sans reproche.
What did I choose as my word for 2015, you ask? Express. Here’s to many more opportunities to be bold, to share stories, to convey feelings, to reflect, to grow, and to honor an incredible life by living ours to the fullest.
Allison Righter 3.11.13
Two years ago, three lives were recalled in one instant and three warriors were promoted to Warriors of the Light and tasked to carry a higher mission.
Today we remember Lt. Valerie Cappelaere Delaney as well as Lt. Cmdr. Alan Patterson and Lt. j.g. William McIlvaine III. Three of our brightest, the very best that we could ever made, I say we have not lost those lights.
No, they have not left us. We cannot touch them nor see them but yet, they are around us.
They are trying to transform us, open our hearts, see the light. They want us to be the light. They leave us little signs and lead us to new places. They help us meet angels and other healers so that one day, we may become ourselves angels or healers. And that’s when we become the light.
This has been a hard road over the last two years. Indeed, it is a tough battle to fight but we have help… and help from the very best.
Very soon, in that Spokane field, poppies will grow and butterflies will come. When we see the poppies and the butterflies, let’s remember that they carry a special message. Open your heart and listen. Soon we will become the light and then, finally, re-unite.
By Pat Cappelaere, Val’s father
I (Val’s Mom, Doreen) just returned from four days in Dallas, Texas, where I attended the 26th annual WAI Conference with my good friend, Cecelia “Ceecee” Paizs. This conference has grown significantly from its early days and had over 4,000 people attending, exhibiting, volunteering and presenting this year. We were extremely happy to welcome back Chelsea Atwater, from Flagstaff, Arizona and to meet for the first time, Ashley Taylor, from McCall, Idaho. Chelsea was last year’s winner of the LT Valerie Cappelaere Delaney Memorial Scholarship and we selected Ashley to win the scholarship this year. Ashley’s on the left and Chelsea is on the right in both photos below.
We all had fun hanging out at the many exhibits. Chelsea really had fun at the Marine Corps booth where she earned a tee shirt that says “Pain is Weakness Leaving the Body” by completing NINE full pull ups. The Marines there were impressed!
We met up with one of Val’s old pilot friends, Candi Wilson, from Whidbey Island NAS and attended a flight suit social with many female military aviators. The theme of women helping other women resonated throughout the conference.
We were blessed and honored with a visit from Lisa and Phil Taylor of The American Fallen Soldiers Project, which is also based in Dallas. Phil is the talented artist who painted Val’s portrait. Phil surprised Ashley and Chelsea by announcing that his foundation would be sending them each $1,000.00 to supplement their scholarships!
Finally, Ceecee and I presented the 2015 LT Valerie Cappelaere Delaney Memorial Scholarship, worth $2,000.00 to Ashley Taylor at the Saturday morning general session of the conference in front of over 1,000 people! Ashley is currently working for the U.S. Forest Service as a Smoke Jumper, an elite fire fighter. She will use the funds to continue her flight lessons to become a pilot of the planes out of which she has been jumping. Ceecee and I also acknowledged Chelsea’s accomplishments of earning her helicopter pilot’s license and instrument rating since last year by awarding her a Wings for Val gold medal that my husband, Patrice, the engineer designed online using 3D printing. Chelsea is a Grand Canyon river guide and soon will be giving helicopter tours of the canyon.
Valerie was with us in spirit throughout the conference. She was certainly talked about, honored, celebrated, toasted and remembered many times during the four days! Her legacy will live on through Chelsea and Ashley as they become pilots with Val’s same characteristics of fearlessness, courage and service.